18 More!!!
I know it's not popular, and I doubt it can be pulled off, but I made a conscious decision to skip the National Football League at least for week 1. I am thinking of going the whole year as a protest, but how can that juggernaut league be avoided all together?
Sunday was fairly easy because the Yankees were on at 1 p.m., but I wasn't watching them either.
I was mowing my Mom's lawn, on a beautiful sunny day.
There was even a point when the lawnmower wouldn't start, and being the grease monkey that I am I was able to fix it!
(Don't ask me how the hell that happened).
But I actually felt better about things.
I was skipping the NFL!!!
Except I returned home...
...and found out the Bills were winning 17-7 at the half.
"They'll lose," I said, and I left the room.
Women getting beat. Cheerleaders suing the league. Blackouts. Concussions. NFL doctors handing out pills on the sidelines. No medical bills for former players. We need a new stadium. Not paying taxes.
Nope.
I wasn't gonna' watch!
Sam let me know it was tied up late.
"If they go to overtime it's going to interfere with dinner," I said.
The boys were fired up.
I stirred the sauce as they drove down the field.
I wouldn't look, but I heard the winning drive...for the freaking Bills!.
"18 more to a perfect season!" Sam yelled.
And I watched the Breaking Bad marathon in the afternoon instead of the 4 o'clock games.
I wasn't missing it at all.
On Monday morning at the first site everyone was talking about how much better life is when the Bills win and the Pats lose.
I went along with it.
Enjoy.
By noon the video of Ray Rice knocking his girlfriend out cold and then dragging her out of the elevator surfaced.
That I watched.
So disgusted by all of it.
"Six days until we beat Miami!" Sam said on Monday afternoon.
I'm so excited.
Sunday was fairly easy because the Yankees were on at 1 p.m., but I wasn't watching them either.
I was mowing my Mom's lawn, on a beautiful sunny day.
There was even a point when the lawnmower wouldn't start, and being the grease monkey that I am I was able to fix it!
(Don't ask me how the hell that happened).
But I actually felt better about things.
I was skipping the NFL!!!
Except I returned home...
...and found out the Bills were winning 17-7 at the half.
"They'll lose," I said, and I left the room.
Women getting beat. Cheerleaders suing the league. Blackouts. Concussions. NFL doctors handing out pills on the sidelines. No medical bills for former players. We need a new stadium. Not paying taxes.
Nope.
I wasn't gonna' watch!
Sam let me know it was tied up late.
"If they go to overtime it's going to interfere with dinner," I said.
The boys were fired up.
I stirred the sauce as they drove down the field.
I wouldn't look, but I heard the winning drive...for the freaking Bills!.
"18 more to a perfect season!" Sam yelled.
And I watched the Breaking Bad marathon in the afternoon instead of the 4 o'clock games.
I wasn't missing it at all.
On Monday morning at the first site everyone was talking about how much better life is when the Bills win and the Pats lose.
I went along with it.
Enjoy.
By noon the video of Ray Rice knocking his girlfriend out cold and then dragging her out of the elevator surfaced.
That I watched.
So disgusted by all of it.
"Six days until we beat Miami!" Sam said on Monday afternoon.
I'm so excited.
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